Hi
I just thought I'd let you know
That since you gave me the first of many a blow
I have seen that there's no need to grow
Out of love with you
So I think what I should do
Is drench myself in this noxious brew
And quench the thirst I so long for
To breath my last and let my soul out of the door
And be free from your clutches, safe from your punches
And just for the record I won't grant you an audience of an afterlife haunting
Let me sip some.